Wonder-Shorts

For the whole time I’ve used my current icon, I never really LOOKED at it.

But now…I’m thinking. I know Roselia is tall. But not THAT tall. In the pic in the icon if they’re standing at the same distance from the camera, Roselia’s legs have to be abnormally long. Like ‘slapped some showgirl legs on with photoshop for this to make sense’ long.

Solution?? Roselia was standing on something so the picture would come out nicer. Did Roselia push a box over to stand on? Did the photographer set it up? Did Drew do it??

No matter what it’s a beautiful photo, Roselia is filled with such joy and they are an adorable team and I still love them both so much.

anonymous asked:

*whispers* if u are into it, could you maybe write more about the royai reincarnation au with roy being the only one remembering? if not, it's okay! :) thanks for the angst u give me. it powers me.

This is based on @liberty-flight‘s tags on the original ask!


“Are you happy?”

It had been the first question that came to Roy’s mind. The one thing he asked himself whenever he awoke after a night plagued by Ishval and the Promised Day and her. The answer was never an easy one to come to. Was he? He was never really adamant with his answer. In some ways he was, he supposed. The life he built for himself was hardly perfect. But there were times when he would reexamine the choices he had made in his former life and decided that, in some ways, the life he was leading was better. Happier in some ways, though never could he attain the degree of happiness he felt when he was with her.

Never had he considered he would see her again. She was always there in the back of his mind, and always in his dreams. Roy had searched for her every waking moment of every day; chasing faces and following voices that he believed belonged to her. Always wondering if she was out there searching for him too.

The familiar wrinkle of her brow after she tossed the question around in her mind brought back a flood of memories long repressed by time, and his heart skipped a beat. However, it stalled moments later when she took another step back and turned away. He lifted his hand on impulse, groping fruitlessly at the air as she fled and fought the urge to call after her. 

It wasn’t that she had failed to remember him, nor was it that she had decided to depart before she responded to his question. No… it was the look in her eyes that crushed him, because he knew that look all too well. 

Even in that life she was not happy. Even then, it seemed, she was not granted the life she deserved.

Hello! (I really hope this gets posted because it’s very, very important.) I just wanted to say to fellow HM/SoS/RF fans that if you’re a fan of a PoC character, please make sure to never use or support white-washed art for any reason because it sends a very hurtful, hateful, and negative message to PoC fans and the PoC characters we love. (Especially PoC with brown and dark brown skin.)

(Also, there’s a Youtube video by BuzzFeedVideo called: What Dark-Skinned People Will Never Tell You, and it’s very touching, emotional, and wonderful. It’s short too, I'd recommend giving it a look!)

Thanks for reading! And I hope everyone has a wonderful day/week!

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.